i'm drinking another IBC Cream Soda, sitting in front of this blog, wasting time. my apartment is a MESS and i should really be cleaning it up, or i could work on my "The Hunger" altered book, or i could pick out CD's for Hinoserm to put on my hard drive for the show, or i could organize my CD collection (alphabetical by artist), or i could do laundry or i could take a nap but Nooooo, i am here once again, writing for no one but me and the spammers who leave comments (buy my smelly oil fragrances, see my business supplies site) on my blog. i could also go to the bookstore or the craft store, but that means i'll spend money that i don't have. i could repaint my nails and get them all pretty for our visit tonight, or i could watch a horror movie or i could take a tranquilizer and veg out.
well, i got a call from Correctional Billing which handles calls from prisons. they want some more money so i'm on the phone, waiting to speak with a rep to tell them i paid on my bill. aaargh! my limit is $130 and when it gets close, they call me to ask for money. a royal pain in the ass. just one more way to suck the life out of the families of inmates. we do the time with them. we do the time.
well, i got a call from Correctional Billing which handles calls from prisons. they want some more money so i'm on the phone, waiting to speak with a rep to tell them i paid on my bill. aaargh! my limit is $130 and when it gets close, they call me to ask for money. a royal pain in the ass. just one more way to suck the life out of the families of inmates. we do the time with them. we do the time.
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